We will no longer be able to plan anything during the week because there will be practice. As for the weekend, Friday's he will have school and not be able to talk afterwards because he will be in game mode. Then, it's game time. After the game he meets with the team, then with the press and gives interviews to about three newspapers and a couple of TV stations. Following this he will review film---sometimes until 3 AM. Saturday mornings he meets with the team for breakfast and then he spends a large portion of the day analyzing and taking notes on film and he must meet with the coach he plays the following week to exchange films. Sunday, we go to church and then he meets with the team to go over the film as a whole and pass out and discuss his notes with the players. Throughout this entire process he is filtering through calls from other coaches, players, parents, press, etc. Many people do not understand what goes into this whoel ordeal. I will tell you firsthand, this is no joke.
I don't want it to sound like I dislike football season in any way but to say that it is not a stressful time would be a lie. It does get frustrating at times and I do want to pull my hair out when a coach or parent decides that it is okay to call past 11 PM when we have a baby at home sleeping or when we have to work the following morning. At the same time, I admire and respect Clint for doing what he is so passionate about and I know he truly loves every moment of it. He is greatly rewarded by working with those kids and seeing them progress. It makes me proud to see him on the sidelines or to hear the great things people have to say about the connections he has made with their child or how great the team is looking.
Anyways, the title says "our last adventure" because we went out of town for the last time as a family til the conclusion of football season (apart from any traveling we do for games). We decided to go up north to Grandma Hodack's and enjoy our last weekend there. She had a couple of things for Clint to take care of that she couldn't do herself, so he felt that we should go. Luckily, we were able to take a day trip to the beach and grab dinner as a family on Saturday. It was so much fun. It was Jude's first real trip to the beach besides the one in Florida at the resort which I don't think counts.
We arrived at Grandma's on Friday around 12:30 PM and hung out mostly up by the house. It was odd because we didn't go down by the water til the very end of the day when things were being set up for the campfire and smores. Then on Saturday we finished Grandma's projects and went down to the water. Jude went down for a long nap so it gave Clint and I the opportunity to ride the jet-ski just like old times. Of course, Clint gets all crazy and I hang on for dear life.
When Jude woke up, we headed out to the beach. On the way, we stopped in Ironton to take the ferry across the lake. Jude was thrilled to see that we had driven our car onto a boat and that we could get out and walk around. What he didn't enjoy was the fact that the ride was so short and he had to be returned to his carseat so we could go the rest of the way to our destination. He cried the entire way. When we arrived in Charlevoix though, he was happy to be walking around town. Then we walked the walkway to the beach and then he was amazed. He absolutely loved the beach. He has no reservations when it comes to water...so he tried going in tright away. It took him a little while to get used to walking in the sand, but it was fun to watch him learn. There is a playground there as well and as always he loved to swing most of all! We then ate dinner at the pub and headed back to Grandma's for a bonfire.
We departed early the next morning and returned home for a few hours before heading to Lobdell Lake to go out our friends pontoon for the day. This was Jude's first time and he loved it. He even was able to drive and go for a swim which made his day. He was so tuckered out for the adventure that he fell asleep within approximately 45 seconds of being in the car and slept the rest of the night.
Jude with his first store-bought popsicle.
Jude's fave thing at Grandma's.
Jude with daddy for his first time at the beach.
Daddy and Jude swinging.
Jude and myself swinging.
Jude enjoying the scenery and the birds.